“Especially if there are whips and chains involved!” one of the other players added.
The former Elven thief didn’t even blush. Apparently, his private life wasn’t a secret – and he was perfectly okay with that.
“Tell me more,” I said. “I’m intrigued.”
That was how I wound up going out on my first date in almost a year.
With the person who would eventually become my slave.
We spent the earlier part of the evening at a small English-style pub, drinking ale, eating food that tasted much better than British food was supposed to taste (which was heartening to me, given that I would soon be living in England and thus unable to escape British food) and listening to a folk singer perform Irish tunes. By the time the performer’s set was over, we had finished our dinner and decided to make
